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An adress to the golden door
i was strumming on a stone again,
pulling teeth from the pimps of gore
when hatched a tragic opera in my mind,
and it told of a new design in which every soul is duty bound
to uphold all the statutes of boredom
therein lies the fatal flaw of the red age
Because it was nothing like weand'd ever dreamt
or lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
and becase it made no money nobody saved no oneand's life this time
So we burned all our uniforms
and let nature take itand's course again
and the big onese just eat all the little ones
that sends us back to the drawing board
In my darkest hours
we have all asked for some
angel to come
sprinkle his dust all around
but all our crying voices they canand't turn it around
and youand've had some crazy conversations of your own
Weand've got rules and maps and guns in our backs but we still canand't just behave ourselves,
even if to save our own lives
so says i:
we are a brutal kind
and'cuz this is nothing like weand'd ever dreamt
tell sir thomas more weand've got another failed attempt
and'cuz if it makes them money they might just give you life this time
The Shins
So Says I
So Says I
An adress to the golden door
i was strumming on a stone again,
pulling teeth from the pimps of gore
when hatched a tragic opera in my mind,
and it told of a new design in which every soul is duty bound
to uphold all the statutes of boredom
therein lies the fatal flaw of the red age
Because it was nothing like weand'd ever dreamt
or lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
and becase it made no money nobody saved no oneand's life this time
So we burned all our uniforms
and let nature take itand's course again
and the big onese just eat all the little ones
that sends us back to the drawing board
In my darkest hours
we have all asked for some
angel to come
sprinkle his dust all around
but all our crying voices they canand't turn it around
and youand've had some crazy conversations of your own
Weand've got rules and maps and guns in our backs but we still canand't just behave ourselves,
even if to save our own lives
so says i:
we are a brutal kind
and'cuz this is nothing like weand'd ever dreamt
tell sir thomas more weand've got another failed attempt
and'cuz if it makes them money they might just give you life this time
